My husband's work commute is anywhere between 1 - 1.5 hours, so it's important he leave early because sometimes the subway has delays, or there's traffic or just random delays that come up. Anyway, this morning he got out of bed around 6:30 and was in the bathroom until about 7:00 which is fine. When he comes out I'm sitting in our office (where he keeps his work clothes) so we chat a little while he's looking through his closet and getting clothes out. Then he goes down the hall into the bedroom. 20 minutes go by and I decide to go to the bedroom and get my phone off the charger. Husband is in the bed, laying on his back in nothing but his underwear reading something on his iPad! He looked completely relaxed like it was a lazy Saturday morning. I am in shock. I stood staring at him for a minute then I said, "<Husband!> what are you doing?!" He jumped and stammered "Uh, um, uh, uh, well, uh, I was, um, uh looking for a book!" I was still shocked/blown and said, "It's 7:30! You have to go to work! You don't have time to sit around in your underwear!" He jumped out of bed, ran to the office, was dressed in all of 3 minutes and charged out the front door, slamming it without saying goodbye (we always say goodbye ) I guess this is what they mean when they say the honeymoon period has ended because lately I've been feeling more and more frustrated with my husband. It's a lose - lose situation. If I don't say anything, then he's happy to leave dirty clothes all over the house, mountains of dishes in the sink, not cook, or he'll cook and make a big mess which he won't clean up (yet when i cook i wash dishes immediately) watch t.v./play video games/listen to music/read for hours, etc. If I say something then I'm nagging. If we sit down and have a gentle, heart-to-heart, then he either says he'll do better (and doesn't) or he'll do better for a couple days, then go right back to the same stuff. I am concerned because I want to become a mother in the very near future but I don't want to feel like i have TWO babies instead of one. I don't know what else to say except that it feels better to vent.